I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.

Someday we will dare to trade good for true

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.